Excerpt from Caricature, 1911: Wit and Humor of a Nation, in Picture, Song, and Story And even my dear Noah's Ark! It was broken; Still, ev'ry fragment to me was as gold, Standing of life's brightest days as a token, Flooding my soul with the fancies of old. There in a box were my lit tle kilt dresses, Mittens and socks and a bonnet or two. Even my curls! Ah, those torturing tresses That caused shrieks of woe as the comb wrig gled through! I made out a list, and what pleasure it gave me! Why should you lie there, thought I, in the dust? Relics of youth, you are destined to save me! I am dead busted, and save me you must! I rushed to a dealer in sec ond-hand chattels; I showed him the list of old dufile I'd got. I said, I will sell it, from tresses to rattles. How much will you give me, good man, for the lot? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.